Maiden's Stand
With laden heart her feet now tread
down winding paths filled with dread
avoiding the bruises pebbles shed
upon unworldly maidens head
Sticks hurled may not break bones
nor words spoken from sharpness honed
from magazines her appearance un-cloned
her individuality, resigned, walks alone
Piers, self-proclaimed, never understand
avoiding the touch of unsullied hands
the tune she hears from her own band
with dignity and honor she stands
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